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⚜️ Z A R A H P O V ⚜️"Angel, have you seen my phone. I can't seem to find it anywhere," spoke Ahmed before entering the room. It has been a couple of weeks since I got stitches on my arm. Yesterday, we went to the doctor and took them out. On the way back, Ahmed indeed gave me an earful about how I shouldn’t put myself in danger like that. There was no point in arguing with him because of his stubborn characteristics. Before I can tell him where it is, he started to look through everything and created a mess that I cleaned up. I could not believe this man. He was messing with my cleanroom. He never cleans up but only knows how to make mass. I have to make him clean up. "Ahmed," I scold, smacking his hand away. "Sorry, Angel. But I need my phone," he apologized with a smile. "It's on
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